I'm surviving in a love game

The slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, just like the wings of a butterfly fluttering in the stillness of no wind, delicate and fragile.

"Shiori—?"

His head was still half buried in his arms, and when he spoke, he spoke in a low voice. He smelled the aroma of ginger soup, and he lifted his head lazily, and one or two strands of slightly longer hair swept across his tall nose bridge.

He was not in a hurry to drink the ginger soup, but stared fixedly at Xinggong Shizhi sitting in front of him. After a long time, he exclaimed in surprise, "It's the real Shizhi...not a dream."

"Of course I'm not dreaming. Hurry up and drink the ginger soup. I've been clamoring for it before."

Fortunately, he didn't talk too much, picked up the small porcelain bowl, took a sip, and subconsciously muttered "too sweet"

This made Xinggong Shizhi think about how much rock sugar she put in when she boiled ginger soup, one...or two?

It seems that there is more than that.

A careless person threw so much rock sugar into it. It’s no wonder that the kitchen is filled with the sweet scent of rock sugar. Only after careful identification can you smell a hint of ginger. It’s more appropriate to say it’s ginger soup rather than ginger soaked in sugar water. .

"Sorry, there seems to be too much sugar." Hoshimiya Shiori apologized kindly, "If it's too sweet, can I make some hot water?"

As soon as Shiori Xinggong finished speaking, Osamu Dazai shook his head, clasping the small bowl tightly with both hands, for fear that Shiori Xinggong would take the bowl away while he was not paying attention.

"it's okay."

Is it an illusion...

I always feel that the current Dazai Osamu is too well-behaved, so well-behaved that he has removed all disguises and defenses, and just sent his soft heart to Shiori Hoshimiya without any scruples.

And Xinggong Shiori looked at the living, beating heart, at a loss.

It seems that no matter what you do, it will cause more or less harm.

In this way, Osamu Dazai almost effortlessly shrouded Hoshimiya Shiori under invisible shackles.

Feeling strange but having no way to talk about it, Hoshimiya Shiori let out a dry "Oh" and waited patiently for Osamu Dazai to finish his ginger soup.

When she picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen, she didn't forget to give him the order to evict the guests, "Since the ginger soup is finished, you can go back, right?"

"It's so unfeeling, Shiori, the ginger soup made by such a cruel person is sweet as hell."

Osamu Dazai was pulling at the door frame of the kitchen, and the windbreaker that was covered outside was also casually thrown on the sofa. Now he is only wearing a thin shirt as if he is not afraid of the cold.

She can no longer be soft-hearted and keep him, Xinggong Shiori only has this thought in her heart.

Today is just ginger soup, so what about next time?

Retreat again and again, compromise again and again, what will be exchanged in the end?

"Okay... I'm also looking forward to meeting Shiori tomorrow." Probably everything went as he wished, he seemed in a good mood, and the ending evoked a pleasant upward arc.

Shiori Xinggong, who was washing the dishes, did not turn around, but she also knew that the other party was staring at her back again. The feeling of falling, as if everything was about to be controlled, was pulling her heart, making her heart go endlessly fall down.

"Don't forget your coat."

"understood--"

There was the sound of opening and closing the door at the door, and the faucet was still running water. The water heated by the electric heater was warm, and her palms were so warm that they turned red. She silently turned the switch to cold water.

Biting cold water washed over the back of her hands, and the icy cold vapor that diffused made her gasp slightly.

It's just... a complete failure.

Have all the thoughts in your heart been seen?

And have all the reactions been anticipated?

Slam the switch, wet.roll.Luo's hands were propped by the sink, and as she lowered her head halfway, one or two strands of her waist-length black hair slid to her chest.

The moment the kitchen window was pushed open, a moth that had been watching outside the window for a long time jumped in, fluttering its wings and circling the electric light.

The shadow of the moth was magnified by the light, and for a while it cast a shadow that was enough to cover the kitchen.

As for Xinggong Shizhi, she had already been completely trapped in the shadows.

There is nowhere to run.

Even though getting along with Dazai Osamu last night was a little breathless, the next day's shift still has to go.

It always feels like this is going to be a simple daily game!

Hoshimiya Shiori, who has been complaining in her heart since she woke up in the morning, resigned herself to her fate and put on a white sweater after washing up, and a light-colored long skirt underneath.

Walking to the entrance, he picked up the key in the key box and stuffed it into his shoulder bag.

As soon as the door is opened—

"Good morning Shiori."

Uh, the one who caught my eyes was Osamu Dazai who was smiling all over his face.

The good mood of the day was going to be ruined, she was startled and took half a step back, reluctantly said, "...good morning."

Only then did she realize that Atsushi Nakajima, who was standing on Dazai Osamu's side with a slightly embarrassed expression, was at a loss when Shiori Hoshimiya's eyes fell on him, and he hesitated even when he spoke, "Miss Hoshimiya...morning good."

Osamu Dazai was still smiling, "It's a coincidence, just when he was about to go out, he suddenly saw that Atsushi seemed to be waiting for someone, and Shiori also went out after a while."

The biggest reason for Atsushi Nakajima's embarrassment is the existence of Osamu Dazai, and what he said just now is too obvious.

Not in the mood to pay attention to Osamu Dazai's little trick, she closed the door behind her back, and softened her tone to Atsushi Nakajima, "That's really a coincidence, but it's getting late, let's go to the detective agency first."

"But there is still an hour to go to work, Shiori is going to work so early? What about breakfast?" Osamu Dazai keenly noticed the topic she avoided.

"Breakfast? The coffee shop downstairs of the detective agency should already be open, so just eat a sandwich." Shiori Hoshimiya replied without any burden.

"Hey——has Shiori used to eat sandwiches?"

"Yes." She nodded.

Atsushi Nakajima, who witnessed the whole conversation between the two, blinked, and nodded without hesitation when Osamu Dazai asked him "Is that true?"

It worked well together.

"Okay, get a sandwich then."

Osamu Dazai finally accepted the reality.

As a result, when the three of them arrived at the detective agency, it was half an hour before work time, and there were not so many people who came, it could almost be described as empty.

"It's the first time I came to work so early."

Osamu Dazai was leaning back on the office chair with a bored expression on his face, but the next second when the person appeared at the door of the detective agency, although there was no obvious change, some kind of internal transformation happened in an instant.

And this change is selective. For example, now, the world is split into two unequal halves. Only Ranpo Edogawa who stands at the door looking frosty and Osamu Dazai who is leisurely are here. within a particular world.

"Mr. Ranpo, good morning." Osamu Dazai greeted lazily, then straightened his upper body, resting his chin in his hand.

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